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Laugh at Em


Dime Trap

You know what the fuck goin' on, man
You better strap in your seat
Well, it's gon' be a rough ride
It's the king, bitch
Just Blaze

No introduction really necessary
Get the message like a secretary
Boy, I'm legendary
When I'm dead and buried
still be kicking flavor in the cemetery
Trap music originator
Fresh off of my hiatus, yelling
'Fuck you' to all of my haters
They Skywalker, I'm Darth Vader
Promise, I don't give a shit about 'em
Let 'em know, turn him red
tell 'em he don't even matter, yeah!
Like I'm pimpin in a Kangol and a
New Cadillac with some all gold hammer
Long as I remember, I done ran Atlanta
I could give a damn 'bout a dog faced hoe
Sister used to gettin' thangs from a check, so how can I
Settin' numbers in the hood, do what I say do
Tell 'em niggas break bread or fake dead
Or bare it, they hate that
50 million, yeah, died to make that
Middle finger, if you vote for Trump
See me outside where you know what's up
I ain't hearing no peace talk
Ain't shit funny, no hee-haw
Like a Black Panther, we armed to the teeth
Cracker tried it, we squeeze off
Swear to God, I could've been Freddie Gray
Or Mike Brown getting shot down
With a pistol on me and a half a brick
And 'Ye blam-blamming by Sandra Bland
Listen, boy, your challenge with the runnin' man
I will challenge with a gun in hand
What you see before you
fuck what they done told you, bitch I brought this shit from nothin', man
Grand Hustle over errythang
Molly, Becky and the Mary-Jane
It's the king, nigga like a 18-wheeler
swervin' in and out of every lane
Never been a part of they in-crowd
Got a problem with me? I say, 'Fuck Y'all'
Got the same friend that I came in with
Duckin' all that lame shit, ayy
Everyone I know is on go
Drive-bys all rolled in a 4 by 4
Believe, if I catch him, that the hoe gon' go
See me with it, you ain't gon' see the hoe no more
They love when I talk that shit
Roll by the car lot, went and bought that shit
Caught case after case and I fought that shit
Then watch he give a damn, went and off that brick
I lived the shit that they rappin' 'bout
Care nuttin' 'bout what they cappin' 'bout
Bankroll mama, we know what this
We cashin' out, we baggin' up
Stackin' up them zeroes
Certified neighborhood hero
You can try one of them sucka niggas
better not try it with me though
Ayy, ayy, ayy

You know you done fucked up, don'cha?
You know you done fucked up, don'cha?
Ain't no stoppin' this shit, partna
And you know what happened
if you run me hot in this bitch, now

We turned to the max, Atlanta hat cocked to the left
Turned to the back, nigga tried, see, we weren't havin' that
Send shots where your bandana at
Drop a nigga off where Alabama at
That's what nigga get for tryna battle rap
Head shot, should be one and down
No drive-by, but we run and gun
A nigga walk up to you, while you showin' off stunts
'Til you up your jewelry, nigga, run that money
Nigga playin' games, thinkin' show not funny
'Til my young nigga went and done it for me, yeah
For the love of the bankroll
Keep it binned untill you sell
Nigga, don't nobody care 'bout it
Don't nobody wanna hear 'bout it
You got problems, huh? Well, it's the same thing for everybody
And, nigga, I ain't gon' lie
I promise, not a day go by
I ain't on the grind, if I ain't on fire
If it's one thing that I want I can't go by
Tryna put six wheels on a Range Rover
I ain't playin' no games, that's what you know, sir
If you think you're at the top, tell 'em move over
Modern 2Pac and the new Hova, goddamn
Know the hustle now, come with us and down
We dodgin' suckas, steady duckin' clowns
We chasing mills so we can put that down
Bullshit talk but we run that town
But with millions and no cap and gown
Went from trappin' raw to look what happen now
Metal throne, concrete crown
Caught that line, you're gettin' beat down
Real dope boy veteran
Dope boy academy
Here dope fiends still remember be when they were sick and needed their medicine
You better watch it partner, you ain't' from 'round here
Think it's sweet, you got the wrong idea
Get stripped naked, left out there
Tell 'em, so what the fuck I care
'Bout the trap music, all black Uzi
Still packin', I'm not stupid
Still down to do it, if you act stupid
Get locked up and get back to it, yeah
Trap music, all black Uzi
Get locked up and get back to it, yeah

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